Attleborough Bucks Coy Pena April 3rd 1826
You will the liberty I am taking (being a total stranger) in addressing you on a subject which only interests the writer. A few years ago, I believe the commencment of the building of the University at Charlottesville; a Carpenter by the name of Richard Ware, left Philada for Virginia to be employed, as he stated, by you or the superintendant of the buildings in Charlottesville—After his arrival there, he (Ware) wrote to me to send him some tools of different kinds, wanted at the buildings, they were purchased by me and forward’d agreeably to directions. to the Amt of about 15 dolls—In addition to which, I lent his wife, (to enable her and her Children, to join her husband at Charlottesville), 25 Dollars in Cash—(Ware) has never receipt of either the favours—: but this may have arisen from his hearing that I had left my native Country for Europe, where I was detained, some time, on Commercial business—; since my return I have writen to Ware but have never received any answer. My object in troubling you with this letter, request the favour of a reply, I regret the nessity I am under of trespasing on your domestic quiet; but as I know you always been the Active friend of your Country and her unfortunate Sons—one of them, who is now labouring under, what is supposed a pulmonary disease, and has not in his own power, the means to purchase the most necessary articles of life—not even medicine, &—is at present entirely dependant on the bounty of Friends Whereas if I had what is justly due from those whoes misfortunes have caused my own, I should have no need of any other pecuniary aid. You will therefore confer a favour on me, in my helplessness, by informing me whether Ware is living or dead, and if the former, where is his residence, [. . .] if the latter, whether the Trustees of your University would not pay the Amt of the articles had expresly to aid in erecting the buildings.
A letter directed—as this is will be sure to reach me if Providence in his infinite Mercy, should spare my life so long.
Joseph Rodman Paxson